“I’m not here!” comes from the other side.
I roll my eyes. It’s like I’m listening to my sister. Andrea gets extremely cranky when something is not going her way. I grab the knob with my free hand and open the door. Rosa is lying on her stomach across the bed, fully engrossed in whatever’s happening on the phone set in front of her.
When she sees me standing in the doorway, she springs up, staring at me. “What are you doing in my room? Get out or . . .” Her eyes land on the plate in my hands. “No mayo?”
“No mayo.” I approach the bed, place the plate next to her, and turn to leave.
“How did you meet my dad?”
I stop. “He jumped into the pool and saved my life.”
“You’re lying.”
“Nope,” I call over my shoulder. “Ask him yourself if you want.”
“He really saved your life?”
I smile inwar
